Jerusalem road dey mourn, bikos nobody dey pass der go celebrate again. Di town gate kwayet and pain won kill di priests dem. Di yong wimen dey kry, bikos di trobol wey dem dey face, too mush!
“I go turn una festival to burial kon shange una happiness to kry. I go make una kut una hair kon wear sak klot, den I go make una mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Dat day go bitter well-well.
God nor sey, una and una wife go bi one body and spirit? Wetin make am tok like dat? Na bikos make una for get shidren, wey go bi God pipol. So, make una make sure sey, una nor break di promise wey una make with una wife.